Work; not a curse

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It all started in the garden

Our first parents followed their hearts

And their actions followed them

What a tragic day when rebellion reigned

And our end only bitter

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The Father was angry

It was not business as usual

Punishment was due

Father Adam  guilt as charged

And mother earth had a burden to bear

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Thistles and thorns all over her face

The ground itself cursed

Adam sweating for food

But was working cursed?

Not by any chance

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Yes working became hard

Frustrating results

Too much labor for a plate of food

But then came our Salvation

Restoration for the Lord’s glory

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So now we work

Not without frustrations

But with a hope of triumph

Like our Father we desire;

To look and see good for our work

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Work is a gift

A gift to partner with the Lord

And honor His name by our hands

And this is the rule in all we do;

Working heartily, as for the Lord and not for men

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